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688 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 2, 2011





This was not a world where comfort came easily to anyone.
“Should have eaten the food myself,” she grumbled. “Maggots deserve no better than bones.” She looked at Olivia. “This one is full of stars,” she said softly. “We know.” “Pity her. A naked frog alone in her own little brain. Pity her mate. No friend, no talk, no happy times making sparks in the pit. Just clean and feed and dress the frog. Pity them both.” She grunted, shrugging. “Pity is cheap.”
“Eat the food! Murgull brings food and you gape at her with eyes like bugs! Great, fat fools you are! White and lazy, with no wings and naked, slimy bodies. You are like frogs some cruel foot has stepped on!” She turned and started galumphing out, grumbling under her breath. “Ugly, pasty, bloated leeches. Give them old Murgull’s blood, poor Murgull. Less precious than Murgull’s time.”
“No peeking.”
“I won’t.” He sounded very slightly offended. “If you peek, I stop,” she warned him, kneeling. “Stop wh—”
She licked him, the very tip of her tongue drawing a thin line right across the middle of his glans. “...what,” he finished shakily. One hand rose, groped before him, then swept up and covered his eyes. “What was that?” She licked him again, back and forth in tiny sips, until the entire head of him was slick and shiny. The taste of him was earthy and strong, but not unpleasant. It made this easier; she had done it only once before, with Bobby and his hands shoving at her head the whole time as he grunted what she was doing right and wrong, mostly wrong. This was better, maybe only just because she was in control, but it felt good. She pressed her lips firmly to his glans, letting her tongue steal out to flick at him, and hummed against his cock.
“Great Spirit,” she heard him breathe. It sounded like a prayer. Milking him slowly in her fist, Olivia began to lick down the underside of his shaft, attuned to every flinch and leap of his muscles. Now and then, she drew back to suck at the tip of his cock, and also to look up and see if he were peeking. He wasn’t. He now had both hands over his eyes. But mostly she stayed busy, tonguing and lapping beneath his cock around the steady passes of her thumb, until she reached the hard-swollen sac of his balls.
“Don’t!” he hissed as she tongued him there.
“You’re telling me what to do again.”
“Don’t!” Louder. His thighs clenched as she slowly sucked what she could manage into her mouth and out again. She could feel his cock heavy on her hair, twitching like a living thing.
“Don’t! Stop! Stop it now!” She hummed again, with him hot in her mouth. His balls clenched on her tongue and suddenly she felt the little patter of semen falling over her back. Laughter was perhaps not the appropriate response, but it came tumbling out of her anyway. She leaned back, wiping clumsily behind her as Vorgullum sagged against the wall, still hiding in his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned.
“I was warned. Sorry. I didn’t realize you really meant it. You can look now, if you want.” He shook his head. She laughed again. “You don’t want to look at me?”
“I’d rather have you finish.”
“Look at me, Vorgullum.” Very slowly, he lowered his hands. She waited until his reluctant eyes met hers, then smiled at him, took his softened cock in her hand, and kissed it. “You’re killing me,” he said seriously.